10-18-2010, 12:06 PM
[html]blah blah blah. Look at this pretty table you made me. I never saved the images to my own photobucket >.<
The delicate foliage crumbled in his mouth, milk teeth now fully replaced by adult teeth. The new teeth he sported were not really meant for such tasks and when he missed they clicked together sharply, a hollow snap as his jaws clipped empty air. Yet when he succeeded in grabbing the leaves as they fell off their branches, dancing down towards autumn’s floor, the fangs proved far too powerful for such childish games. The leaves were simply annihilated as jaws and teeth meant for crushing bone and flesh took hold, shredding the greener ones and crumpling the red to brown variety. It was not only his adult mouth that gave him such an advantage. His body, lankier and more awkward by the day, had muscle mass that in weeks prior had only been a child’s fat, put there by mother’s milk and made his downy fur oh so soft. He was no longer that pudgy creature with fur soft as a rabbit’s. It was growing thicker, coarser, preparing for the winter before him and the many coming years. That was nothing to say of his mental capabilities, which in comparison to his physical growth was growing by leaps and bounds.
Nearly four and a half months, which really was not so long a time but to Pripyat it was forever, had passed since his birth and his memories of the first month or so were hazy at best. He remembered the lighthouse of course, but it was as if life at the ranch was all he ever knew. And his current state of being did not shock or surprise him, certainly to him the changes seemed gradual and almost unnoticeable, but to the trained eyes of adults, certainly his mother, it was a rapid development. In another week or so he’d weigh more, be faster, smarter and in a few months time his size would rival his father’s and the other males of the pack, although Pripyat did not think that far in advance. He was quite content to be snapping fall leaves out of the air outside the ranch, going about his life in the best way he knew how.
His game continued for nearly an hour as the sun rose higher in the sky, illuminating not only his ocean eyes but the fire of autumn. When finally he felt he had had enough, Pripyat slid down on his belly, chest rising and falling fast. How easy it was to wear one’s self out! And yet there was another leaf, this one deep red with edges of gold and so slowly it fell… Snap. He landed perfectly, the torn leaf protruding from smiling lips as the boy circled back around, spitting the greenery at his feet.
The delicate foliage crumbled in his mouth, milk teeth now fully replaced by adult teeth. The new teeth he sported were not really meant for such tasks and when he missed they clicked together sharply, a hollow snap as his jaws clipped empty air. Yet when he succeeded in grabbing the leaves as they fell off their branches, dancing down towards autumn’s floor, the fangs proved far too powerful for such childish games. The leaves were simply annihilated as jaws and teeth meant for crushing bone and flesh took hold, shredding the greener ones and crumpling the red to brown variety. It was not only his adult mouth that gave him such an advantage. His body, lankier and more awkward by the day, had muscle mass that in weeks prior had only been a child’s fat, put there by mother’s milk and made his downy fur oh so soft. He was no longer that pudgy creature with fur soft as a rabbit’s. It was growing thicker, coarser, preparing for the winter before him and the many coming years. That was nothing to say of his mental capabilities, which in comparison to his physical growth was growing by leaps and bounds.
Nearly four and a half months, which really was not so long a time but to Pripyat it was forever, had passed since his birth and his memories of the first month or so were hazy at best. He remembered the lighthouse of course, but it was as if life at the ranch was all he ever knew. And his current state of being did not shock or surprise him, certainly to him the changes seemed gradual and almost unnoticeable, but to the trained eyes of adults, certainly his mother, it was a rapid development. In another week or so he’d weigh more, be faster, smarter and in a few months time his size would rival his father’s and the other males of the pack, although Pripyat did not think that far in advance. He was quite content to be snapping fall leaves out of the air outside the ranch, going about his life in the best way he knew how.
His game continued for nearly an hour as the sun rose higher in the sky, illuminating not only his ocean eyes but the fire of autumn. When finally he felt he had had enough, Pripyat slid down on his belly, chest rising and falling fast. How easy it was to wear one’s self out! And yet there was another leaf, this one deep red with edges of gold and so slowly it fell… Snap. He landed perfectly, the torn leaf protruding from smiling lips as the boy circled back around, spitting the greenery at his feet.